I was only eighteen in a ducktail and jeans when he had to go
We spent so many nights me and Jim and the lights from my radio
I never knew him or once shook his hand
But sometimes I think he was my closest friend

I can stand at my window some nights
With a soft southern breeze gently blowing
I know deep inside he's still shining somewhere
Out where the bright lights are glowing


Unforgettable memories from Ronnie Milsap


Jay Perry